Not The Jealous Type
She isn’t the jealous type,
he said,
tying his tie with hands that had touched
someone else that morning
She knew
the scent, the silence
the lazy lies
She didn’t scream
just stirred his drink
served his plate
watched him eat
He choked on a word
stared at her
like a man finally seeing the sea
as he drowned in it
No ambulance
no goodbye
just her smile
and the scrape of her chair against tile
Now she sits in a cell
four steps long, steel and spit
but she sleeps like a log.
She laughs when the lights go out
laughs when they call her name
I wasn’t the jealous type,
she snarls,
Ha Ha
However I was the last thing he ever saw.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Scary..As the saying goes.. still water runs deep🥺 She's not the jealous type so does that mean you can continue your foolishness? O boy you should be wise .
So creepy! I love it!
oooh crazy vengeance